Oh hell! It feels so good, but my brother and my mom being my first sexual experience with someone besides myself! Oh oh God right there! Ohhhhh." Am... shook and thrashed as Pete slide his middle finger into her soaked hole going only past the first knuckle and locking his lips around her clit sucking it in as his tounge flicked across it. Amy didn't squirt like her mom, but she had her juices running down Pete's hand and arm. Sara tapped Pete on the head to get his attention to have him back. I’ve got almost everything I need for my report. Maybe an hour or two.”“Oh”, Cristal said, slightly surprised at the offer which she felt was probably inappropriate and should be declined immediately. Inside she felt flattered and intrigued at the modus-operandi of this rather strange freelance psychological assessor who she guessed must be very good at poker as he gave nothing away emotionally.“OK, I can always use a free day. Let me cancel the transporter.”“Good, let’s finish up here. My. ..”“All right. I need you to cover the office. Brad and I will be back soon.”“But...”
“Just do it, Nikki. Thatʼs an order.”Within seconds Linda and Brad were out the door and pulling away in the cruiser.“Roger Mansfield?” said Linda as she and Brad approached the bay where a mechanic was bent over the engine of a late model car.“Who wants to know?” came the reply as the ruggedly handsome man straightened up, his imposing frame towering over Linda and almost two inches taller than Brad.“Iʼm. ”“But I can’t go out dressed like this can I?”“Hang on. Check in the desk. Anna sometimes went out straight from work and left clothes in her drawers. You’re about her size, so she might have something that you could wear.”Nick went through the drawers until he found a couple of carrier bags of clothes. Nick emptied the contents on to the desk. A make-up bag dropped out first, then a little black skirt, barely bigger than a belt and a pink top with “Whore” emblazoned across the front. The last.